I don't know what it is about becoming a mother that is so wonderful. That's what I used to think before I had my first child. I would be in the waiting room of my OB/GYN and listen to all these new mothers with their diaper bags talking about baby food and diapers and I used to think...."Boring!!!" But when the time was right, after a few years of working to figure out that we could survive on one salary, I wanted to have a baby. It wasn't easy for me. Like so many other sophisticated women of the world, I had to learn how to become pregnant.
I read an article that men, who had a physical job like being a laborer or a truck driver, had a higher percentage of sexual relations than men who were cerebral, such as a scientist or teacher. I guess that's true because my doctor told me, "Mrs. Koplovitz, if you want to have a baby, you and your husband," (who is a scientist,) "would have to have sexual relations every other day." Well my husband and I were indulging about once a week to about twice a month.
The doctor continued to say, "If you have sex too often, it can deplete the sperm count and that won't work either." So the doctor prescribed a Basel Thermometer, which is a thermometer that will measure your temperature, then you scientifically document what your temperature is on a little chart every day. When your temperature goes way up and then falls, that's when you are most likely ovulating and that's the best time to "Do it." So rather than subject my husband to the rigorous schedule of a truck driver, I took my temperature every day and when the moment was right, my husband and I would indulge, then skip a day and indulge again. Well that worked and I became pregnant.
Everyone's pregnancy is different. The first thing I noticed about myself was that my morning sickness was at night. I would get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, throw-up, and go to bed. This became a routine for the first few months. Then I noticed that all the healthy foods, like salad, tuna fish, and strawberries got regurgitated quickly, while high carbohydrate foods like: Potatoes, Bread and Rice lingered in my body. So I knew immediately that the fat women in my family probably had the same problem. I was only 5'2" tall and by the end of my pregnancy I was 5'2" wide as well. The baby part was only between 6 - 7 lbs., the rest of my weight was Potatoes.
Since I was successful in learning how to become pregnant, now my concern was the Actual Giving Birth part. So I signed us up (my husband and myself) for a Le Maz class, which is another way of trying to be in control of one's own body. Basically it teaches you everything that happens to your body during childbirth and it helps prepare you with relaxing and breathing techniques, which your husband would coach you through. The guys like being coaches!
I could have saved my money, if I paid any money, because when my time came, by body would not go into Labor even with huge doses of Pitocin. I remember my GYN saying that I had a small pelvis. Now I know why she said that.
My parents were upset that they had to hang around the hospital for such a long time, after 24 hours, I was about to have a C-Section. I remember the doctor, who was about to bring forth my baby into the world saying, this baby is crying already and it hasn't been born yet.
The doctors gave me a Spinal. Now I know nothing about anesthesia and I did not feel any pain during the procedure with the exception of the needle first going in. But that subsided and when I was in recovery, that's when the pain started. I had to keep lying down and I could not feel my legs or anything below my waste, the pain, after complaining for it seems a lifetime, happened to be from a blocked catheter. Why was the catheter blocked? One could say that the nurses
I read an article that men, who had a physical job like being a laborer or a truck driver, had a higher percentage of sexual relations than men who were cerebral, such as a scientist or teacher. I guess that's true because my doctor told me, "Mrs. Koplovitz, if you want to have a baby, you and your husband," (who is a scientist,) "would have to have sexual relations every other day." Well my husband and I were indulging about once a week to about twice a month.
The doctor continued to say, "If you have sex too often, it can deplete the sperm count and that won't work either." So the doctor prescribed a Basel Thermometer, which is a thermometer that will measure your temperature, then you scientifically document what your temperature is on a little chart every day. When your temperature goes way up and then falls, that's when you are most likely ovulating and that's the best time to "Do it." So rather than subject my husband to the rigorous schedule of a truck driver, I took my temperature every day and when the moment was right, my husband and I would indulge, then skip a day and indulge again. Well that worked and I became pregnant.
Everyone's pregnancy is different. The first thing I noticed about myself was that my morning sickness was at night. I would get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, throw-up, and go to bed. This became a routine for the first few months. Then I noticed that all the healthy foods, like salad, tuna fish, and strawberries got regurgitated quickly, while high carbohydrate foods like: Potatoes, Bread and Rice lingered in my body. So I knew immediately that the fat women in my family probably had the same problem. I was only 5'2" tall and by the end of my pregnancy I was 5'2" wide as well. The baby part was only between 6 - 7 lbs., the rest of my weight was Potatoes.
Since I was successful in learning how to become pregnant, now my concern was the Actual Giving Birth part. So I signed us up (my husband and myself) for a Le Maz class, which is another way of trying to be in control of one's own body. Basically it teaches you everything that happens to your body during childbirth and it helps prepare you with relaxing and breathing techniques, which your husband would coach you through. The guys like being coaches!
I could have saved my money, if I paid any money, because when my time came, by body would not go into Labor even with huge doses of Pitocin. I remember my GYN saying that I had a small pelvis. Now I know why she said that.
My parents were upset that they had to hang around the hospital for such a long time, after 24 hours, I was about to have a C-Section. I remember the doctor, who was about to bring forth my baby into the world saying, this baby is crying already and it hasn't been born yet.
The doctors gave me a Spinal. Now I know nothing about anesthesia and I did not feel any pain during the procedure with the exception of the needle first going in. But that subsided and when I was in recovery, that's when the pain started. I had to keep lying down and I could not feel my legs or anything below my waste, the pain, after complaining for it seems a lifetime, happened to be from a blocked catheter. Why was the catheter blocked? One could say that the nurses
were busy that day and let my leg lean on the tube to prevent it from working. Like I said before, one is not in control. Even a month later I had burning where the moon doesn't shine. (Since I had such a bad experience with the Spinal, I tried general anesthesia with my 2nd pregancy and that was a nightmare too. So with my third pregnancy I went for an epidural, which I have to recommend as the best way to go.)
My reward for putting up with the blocked catheter was when they brought in my little baby girl, who we named Julie. A C-Section baby does not get squeezed into the Birth Canal, so the baby comes out looking perfect. Julie had the most beautiful face I had ever seen in a baby, or it was God playing a little trick on me, because I still think that baby, who is all grown up now, has the most beautiful face I have ever beheld.
My reward for putting up with the blocked catheter was when they brought in my little baby girl, who we named Julie. A C-Section baby does not get squeezed into the Birth Canal, so the baby comes out looking perfect. Julie had the most beautiful face I had ever seen in a baby, or it was God playing a little trick on me, because I still think that baby, who is all grown up now, has the most beautiful face I have ever beheld.
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